Her normally shiny hair was 143 stringy and flat. " "What gives you that idea?" "Well, we could find no letter of credit, no letters, no labels in his clothes—not a single clew to his real identity. She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. They pressed more insistently, forcing her lips open. Essentially the talk was a mixture of fragments of sentences heard, of passages read, or arguments indicated rather than stated, and all of it was served in a sauce of strange enthusiasm, thin yet intense. ” “But he recognized you,” the official objected.
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